I will bruise your lips
and scar your knees.
I will come quiet, but when i leave
i will destroy you in the most beautiful way.
When i´m gone you will finally understand
why storms are named after people.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh my! Now I cry unbruised unscarred I'd rather be abused and disbarred! I LIKE!